It was 1925, and a mining firm was working on an extraction project close to a mountainside someplace in Kentucky's back roads and dirt trains. A lone worker was observed journaling outside the digging and mining sites while the other workers, miners, and managers went about their daily business. He moved away to avoid being observed and didn't appear to like being open with people about his notebook. He wrote:

"February 16, 1925.... today marks a pivotal moment in our struggle against the capitalist oppressors. The iron grip of the mining company tightens with each passing day, extracting wealth from our toil while leaving us with nothing but crumbs. But no longer shall we bend our backs to their exploitation for me and my comrades have devised a fool-proof plan. Let the flames of revolution ignite in the heart of America, for the time of reckoning is upon us. Victory to the proletariat!"

With a proud smile, he closed the book and tucked it into his sling bag, covering the bag with his coat to conceal it. After that, he put his cap back on and headed back to the mining site.

"Tch..." He scoffed as he watched people banter before he continued to to his daily laboring.